Reid's phone beeped first signaling he received a new text message, shortly after he got his, everyone in the room heard the same sound.

Hotch looked at the title of the message and instantly grabbed for Morgan's phone, before he could see it. He knew this was the last thing Morgan needed to see right now, he was already feeling horrible about the way he treated Garcia.

"Give it back, Hotch." Morgan snapped out.

"No, you do not need to see this. Reid take him to the other room." Hotch said walking over to Rossi.

Rossi and JJ had Garcia's computer set up and were about to play the feed.

"NOT GONNA HAPPEN! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" Morgan pushed Reid aside and made his way to the computer.

Rossi now went to block him from the view, saying "You know whatever is on this tape will only hurt you. Let us deal with it."

"You don't get it old man; she is the love of my life. I planned on asking her to marry me next month."

"I understand that you love her, but trust me. You don't need to see this right now. Remember how you felt seeing Reid tied up? It's better if you don't. Let us look at it first." Rossi said trying to convince him again.

"Morgan, stand down. Rossi and I will watch." Hotch motion for everyone to leave the living room while Rossi clicked on the link.

The men's eyes widen as they saw the sight in front of them. There was a man perched between Garcia's legs, pulling up her nightie. They could see bruises forming on Garcia's cheek. Hotch called out from the living room, yelling, "Get Lynch on the phone I need a facial recognition now!"

The tone Hotch spoke in sent shivers down Morgan's body. He couldn't wait anymore he needed to see what was going on, he knew he could walk around the backside of the kitchen and end up in the living room behind Rossi and Hotch to see the video feed. He had almost made it when he heard Garcia's voice scream out.

"Derek, please, help!" He couldn't see the video yet but he knew what was happening.

"You think mister FBI is going to save you? I'm sure he's watching right now. He's going to see you be with a real man." Came from an evil voice he didn't recognize.

"Your skin is so soft, so white. I bet he doesn't even realize how to make you whole, does he? Why would you be with a fucked up man like him anyway? He's a liar and untrustworthy." The voice came from the video feed.

Derek ran into the room and pushed Rossi and Hotch out of the way. What he saw sent cold shivers down his body. The man talking was now placing a gag in Garcia's mouth so she wouldn't be able to speak. He watched as the UNSUB pushed up the bottom of the nightie; he was original excited to see when she first showed him what she bought. Oh God, watching this was making his stomach turn.

JJ came up behind him with Lynch on the phone; she needed the IP address of the computer so he could tap into it. When she saw what was on the screen she screamed.

Rossi and Hotch both were trying to keep it together, they needed to compartmentalize, and they needed to only see her only as a victim and not their tech goddess.

JJ closed her eyes as tears started to form, she handed the phone to Hotch and left the room crying. Going straight into Reid's arms who now had also seen what was on the screen. Morgan was frozen watching the scene play out.

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"You think your man is watching us? Someone is…" He grabbed her face and forced her to look at the computer screen that was sitting not far from them, he continued "See that number on the bottom? That means- two people are tuned into our little show right now. We have our selves a little audience Baby Girl Let's make this show worth it."

She shook her head from side to side trying to get him off of her but the restrains were to strong she couldn't move. She looked back at the camera tears pouring out of her eyes, hoping someone would come and save her. She felt him take the bottom of her nightie and expose her most sensitive area to the camera. She wanted this all to go away. She closed her eyes and prayed her team would save her.

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"Oh God!" Emily exclaimed when she walked into the room. "Does Lynch know who this guy is yet? Please tell me he has something, a name or location, anything?"

Morgan watched as the bastard tilted her hips to show everyone what she was not wearing underneath her clothes. His blood boiled at the sight, NO ONE but him should ever see her like this. He lost it when he watched the man undo his zipper and position himself.

"FUCK" He screamed as he turned. There was no way he would be able to watch this. He punched the nearby wall as hard as he could causing a picture frame to fall and break.

Rossi and Hotch being the leaders of the team needed to continue to watch the scene in front of them no matter how bad it made their skin crawl.

"Everyone out, now! Reid go after Morgan." Hotch said threw gritted teeth. He put the phone to his ear, "Lynch tell me you have something? Anything?"

The other end of the phone was silent, he knew Lynch was probably having a hard time watching this just as they were, he repeated "Lynch, anything?"

About two minutes later, the computer beeped, "Hotch, I have a name…" Lynch got really quiet as he saw the name come across his screen. He instantly had to grab the nearby trashcan and expel his lunch.

Hotch heard the commotion on the other end and pulled the phone away to look at it quizzically, "Lynch, you said you had a name?"

"Sir, I don't know how to tell you this but the man in the video feed with Penny is… Mark Buford the son of Carl Buford…"

There was a silence as Hotch registered the information.

Lynch continued, "and I have a location."

AN: I have enjoyed writing this with the talented snoochie76. We will keep the updates coming. -PolHop